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Aram looked up from his computer to see Samar leaning back in her desk chair with an amused smirk on her face. She wasn't working, or even facing her own desk for that matter. She had turned her chair around to face his, and was resting her arms lazily behind her head.
'What are you doing?' Aram asked, a little unnerved.
'Watching you,' she replied matter-of-factly.
'Uhhh...' Aram wasn't sure if he did or did not want to know where this was going. 'Why?'
'I'm bored.' Oh no. Samar bored was dangerous territory. 'Liz and Ressler are in Uzbekistan, there's nothing for me to do here.'
'So... You're watching me?'
'Yep!' Samar sighed, far too happily for Aram's liking, as she leaned even further back in her chair. Aram had no idea how to respond to that, besides just rolling with whatever strange and mischievous mood she was in until she was, well, out of it.
'And... Of all the possibilities, watching me is how you choose to entertain yourself?' He asked warily. Samar smiled mischievously and slowly put her arms down. In a single bound she jumped out of her chair and stood directly opposite him, with only his desk in between them.
'What can I say?' She teased in a low voice as she leaned over the desk. 'You're nice to look at.' Samar tilted her head slightly, enjoying the blush that was now creeping across Aram's face.
'Well uhhh... Thanks, I think.' Samar could barely keep from laughing, toying with him was the real entertainment. 'But um, we're at work so,' he looked pointedly at her, 'try not to have too much fun?' The last thing they both needed was her boredom to result in their relationship being discovered. Samar strolled around his desk, running her hand slowly along the edge behind her as she did so, until she reached his side.
'Why?' She whispered seductively in Aram's ear. 'Cooper's not here, he's briefing the CIA.' A breath caught in Aram's throat, and he very determinedly tried to focus on his computer instead of her. Samar looked him up and down, he really was nice to look at. But then again, she had already become familiar with that fact over the winter.
Very familiar.
Samar watched him try to resist her distractions. Huh. He was surprisingly good at it. That was no fun. She screwed up her face, trying to figure out how to best catch him off guard. She strolled around to his other side, draping her arm across his back, and pretended to take interest in what was on his computer screen.
'What's that?' She asked off-handedly, pointing at a flashing dot on the screen with her other hand. Aram glanced at her suspiciously, wondering what her new tactic was to distract him. Samar just looked at him sweetly, waiting for a response. But she was still half wrapped around him. Aram turned back to his computer, a small smirk of amusement creeping across his face as he realised that he was successfully thwarting her attempts to distract him.
'That, is the GPS on Ressler's phone, so I can keep track of where he is,' he said in the best fake informative voice he could muster. He turned back to Samar and deadpanned; 'but, you already knew that.' Aram folded his arms and tilted his head, looking at her smugly. Samar faced him, mirroring his position. Then suddenly, she turned and practically waltzed back to her chair.
Now satisfied that he wasn't going to be faced with any immediate, inappropriate workplace touching, Aram turned back to his computer once more. Samar on the other hand, resumed her earlier position of watching him from her chair with her hands tucked behind her head. But this time, the expression on her face wasn't idle amusement. It was more like she was trying to solve a puzzle.
Except, he was the puzzle.
That was slightly disconcerting. Aram raised an eyebrow as he worked.
'Now what are you doing?' He asked, still concentrating on the screen.
'Figuring out what to do next,' she said slowly, earning herself a wary glance. It was time for the honesty tactic. If her creeping around his desk wasn't enough to completely distract him, then knowing that she was plotting something, but not knowing what, might just cut it.
'Do you need to have something to do?' He asked, against his better judgement. Samar's face lit up with glee.
'Well... If you prefer, I can just sit here and watch you.' Aram furrowed his brow. Ok, she had a point. Samar just sitting there and undressing him with her eyes for who-knows-how-long was not going to help him at all.
Well, not at work, anyway.
'Ok umm...' Aram tried to think of something, anything, for her to do. 'Why don't you call your Mossad contacts? See if they have any information on Denisov that we don't?' Samar's face fell. That idea hadn't occurred to her, and it was so logical! But she'd been having so much fun torturing Aram...
'Didn't you already find everything on him there is to know?' She asked. He had actually, but he wasn't going to tell her that. So he shrugged his shoulders.
'Doesn't hurt to double check!' With a small grumble, Samar twisted her chair around to face her own desk again and picked up her phone. Aram couldn't believe that he'd managed to get away with that so easily.
'So, there was no point to all of that distraction?' He asked incredulously. Samar glanced at him over her shoulder as she waited for whoever she was calling, to answer the phone.
'Of course there was. I was bored, now I'm not,' she said matter-of-factly. She hung up the phone as it rung out, picked it up again, and dialled another number instead.
'Why didn't you just ask me to give you something to do?' Actually, now he thought about it, it wouldn't take her long to make the call and find out that it was a useless task. He should probably start thinking of another task for her to do next. Samar shot him a mischievous look over her shoulder.
'Where's the fun in that?'